Triumph of the Egg, and Other Stories - Sherwood Anderson - Bog

There is a story.-I cannot tell it.-I have no words. The story is almost forgotten but sometimes I remember. The story concerns three men in a house in a street. If I could say the words I would sing the story. I would whisper it into the ears of women, of mothers. I would run through the streets saying it over and over. My tongue would be torn loose-it would rattle against my teeth.